Every Day in the Year: A Poetical Epitome of the World's HistoryJames Lauren Ford, Mary K. Ford Dodd, Mead, 1902 - 443 Seiten |
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... earth seemed all aflame . Who causes thus the thunder The doom of men to speak ? It is the Baratarian , The fearless Dominique . Down through the marshalled Scotsmen The step of death is heard , And by the fierce tornado Falls half the ...
... earth seemed all aflame . Who causes thus the thunder The doom of men to speak ? It is the Baratarian , The fearless Dominique . Down through the marshalled Scotsmen The step of death is heard , And by the fierce tornado Falls half the ...
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... earth , Heal its foul wounds , and beautify its dearth . He dwelt in clear white purity apart , Yet walked the world ; through many a sufferer's door He shone like morning ; comfort streamed before His footsteps ; on the feeble and the ...
... earth , Heal its foul wounds , and beautify its dearth . He dwelt in clear white purity apart , Yet walked the world ; through many a sufferer's door He shone like morning ; comfort streamed before His footsteps ; on the feeble and the ...
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... . I have stood with the crowd beside his bier , When not a word was spoken- When every eye was dim with a tear , And the silence by sobs was broken . I have heard the earth on his coffin pour To 32 EVERY DAY IN THE YEAR .
... . I have stood with the crowd beside his bier , When not a word was spoken- When every eye was dim with a tear , And the silence by sobs was broken . I have heard the earth on his coffin pour To 32 EVERY DAY IN THE YEAR .
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... earth on his coffin pour To the muffled drums , deep rolling , While the minute - gun , with its solemn roar , Drowned the death - bells ' tolling . The time - since he walked in his glory thus , To the grave till I saw him carried- Was ...
... earth on his coffin pour To the muffled drums , deep rolling , While the minute - gun , with its solemn roar , Drowned the death - bells ' tolling . The time - since he walked in his glory thus , To the grave till I saw him carried- Was ...
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... earth its secrets should disclose , Whose bones were laid below . " Peace to the dead ! " no children sung , Slow pacing up the nave ; No prayers were read , no knell was rung , As deep we dug his grave . We only heard the winter's wind ...
... earth its secrets should disclose , Whose bones were laid below . " Peace to the dead ! " no children sung , Slow pacing up the nave ; No prayers were read , no knell was rung , As deep we dug his grave . We only heard the winter's wind ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alfred Tennyson banner battle beneath blood bold born brave breast breath bright brow Cæsar cannon cheer crown dare dark dead dear death deeds deep died dream drum earth Edmund Gosse England English eyes face fame fear Felicia Hemans fell fierce fight fire flag flame flowers fought Francis Saltus Saltus gallant glory grave guns hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hero honor John Boyle O'Reilly King land light lips living Lord Lord Byron March morning mourn never night o'er peace Philip Freneau praise proud Richard Watson Gilder roar rose round sail shine ship shore shot shout silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Spain spirit stars stood Swat sweet sword tears thee thine thou throne thunder Twas victory voice Wallace Rice wave weep wild William Makepeace Thackeray William Wordsworth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 122 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Seite 18 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Seite 57 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Seite 117 - O Captain ! My Captain ! Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Seite 327 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Seite 342 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Seite 406 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Seite 342 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Seite 380 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise : See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes...
Seite 278 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.